one night draco was crying. harry didn't ask questions. he just held him in silence, strangled sobs filling the silence.
he had bruises when he came home from christmas break. harry didn't want to ask and draco didn't want to tell.
he got more and more distant. with the distance he got more and more aggressive, his hands roamed all over harry's body and he loved it. they didn't talk about their issues.
"fuck." harry whispered. draco smirked.
"stop, stop." draco whispered back. harry took his hands out from his shirt and pants.
"can we, you know, talk?"
"i thought we didn't do talking."
"i want to now."
"okay." he glanced at draco. "what's up?"
draco slipped off his shirt, back to harry.
he tried not to vomit at the sight of slash mark shaped scars all over his back and bruises on his shoulders.
he tried not to cry at the bruises that littered his chest and arms, the neck he'd left so many hickeys on and the chest he'd felt rise and fall on the nights they'd fallen asleep together listening to the sound of each other's breathing.
he tried not to cry at the cuts littering his chest and arms and tried to tell himself he didn't know exactly what they were from and not notice how the fresher the scar the deeper it looked.
draco cringed under harry's glance.
and for a lack of things left to be said, they hugged. they cried.
on the way to the slytherin common room, one boys hair was coated in tears and tucking in all directions from being held.
meanwhile in the gryffindor common room, another boy was heartbroken and had a large wet splotch on his robes.
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Fanfiction"You know you love me you just don't care to admit it" ******************************************* ©skunkypansexual on Wattpad, 2017 All characters are intellectual property of J.K. Rowling, no characters are mine TW: mention of abuse and self harm ...
